It’s our job to cover Grandpa’s butt, so we get Grandpa a super duper inflatable seat cushion provided by medicare (a preventative measure to eliminate stress on his derriere for a problematic pressure ulcer). But (no pun intended) Grandpa lets the air out of the cushion because he doesn’t like it. OH, BROTHER!!! Robert is now inflating it by mouth because I can’t find the pump that came with it. I have to laugh, or I’d cry . . .